Hello, my loves! I hope you liked that first chapter of my new Drew story! I'm back with the next one! First, as always, so much love to my girls Tm12Brady, ClaymoreQueen6176, GoldenGirl1920 and wwechristina for your support and reviews. And thank you to anyone that has enjoyed my writing and favorited this of any of my stories!

OK, we left off with Drew asking Deely to stay for dinner. Will she? And what about "dessert"? Let's find out! Enjoy!

* Word of warning: this story deals with an extramarital affair and will contain a LOT of sex. If these themes offend you, you can duck out now. Also, I do not own the rights to the WWE characters. As people, they own themselves. My only intellectual property in this story is Cordelia alone. *

Cordelia POV

My jaw must've hit the floor and my eyes must look like giant green saucers right now. Did Drew McIntyre really just ask me, of all people, to have dinner with him? I feel quite embarrassed and my face probably matches my cherry red dress right now.

I clear my dry throat and say, "Um, thank you for the offer, Drew. But I don't think it's appropriate."

He looks perplexed and tilts his head when he asks, "Not appropriate? Why is that?"

I look around my surrounding, waiting for Liv or Rhea to jump out with a loud "GOTCHA", but it's not happening. I stumble over my explanation, "Well, to point out the obvious, you're married. And it's not to me. If someone saw us together, they might get the wrong impression and the last thing I wanna do it cause trouble or embarrassment for you."

Drew considers me for a second, then he grins. Oh, goddamn it! That smile and those dimples! Why are my knees feeling weak? Is it getting warm in here? Did I just cum a little? Why does he have to be this damn good looking? I need to leave before I make a fool out of myself!

But then, Drew relaxes me, "There's nothing wrong with two friends having dinner tagather. If anyone sees us, that's exactly what I'll tell em. If they have a problem with it, they can kiss my arse. And tha fact that yer concerned about how it would look is tha exact reason I want ya ta join me fer dinner. Unless of course, ya wanna go meet that loser fer tha blind date. Then by all means, I won't keep ya."

I have to laugh. He always does that to me. Saying something funny to put me at ease. And I REALLY don't wanna go on this blind date at all! I put my hands up and say, "OK fine! I'll join you!"

He chuckles, "See? Was that sa hard?" He rises from his seat and comes around to mine, pulling it out for me.

I look up and snicker as I take me seat, "Such a gentleman!"

The waiter takes our order. For my drink, I tell him, "I'd like a glass of red wine." But then I remember… Damn it, so insensitive of me! I put my hand over my mouth and say, "No, just make it a Diet Coke instead."

He shakes his head, "Delia, if ya wanna have a drink, it's OK. Ya don't have ta treat me like I'm made of glass."

I demand, "No, I wanna be respectful of you. I know everything you went through with drinking, and I don't wanna put you in that situation."

He tells me, "Ya know I have it under control now. Actually, I'll have a pint every now and then when I'm on tha road. I just don't get outta control with it anymore."

I agree, "Yes I know, but you're not drinking, so I'm not drinking. Plus, I could lay off the wine myself unless I don't wanna fit in this dress anymore."

We both laugh at this and we make small talk as we wait for our food. It's that natural playful banter that has always existed between us. He asks me about how I got into makeup, who my favorite wrestlers of all time are (he loves that Bret Hart is on my list), and how I like living in Nashville. I don't tell him about why I left Orlando. Especially since the reason is someone he's now working very closely with. Ugh! Fucker!

As we get our appetizer of house fries, I have to ask him, "So, why were you sitting here by yourself?"

He shrugs "Eh, I was waiting fer Sheamus but he had ta bail on me. One of the doga are sick. I really needed ta talk ta him."

I say, trying not to notice how sexy his mouth looks when he eats (FUCK ME), "What about? Maybe I can help. I listen to you gab all the time backstage."

He sees me sarcastic smile and retorts, "Oh gee. Thanks a lot! Nah, I don't wanna bore ya with my bullshit."

I shake my head, "You could never bore me and it's not bullshit. If something is on your mind, it obviously matters to you. Try me. You know I won't repeat a word to anyone."

He says, "Oh I know that. I completely trust ya. More than most people actually. I just…"

His voice fades off and I notice his gorgeous face turns sad. I reach over and put my hand on top of his. Did he feel that electricity too? No, he didn't, you dumbass! He doesn't see you like that! Stop it, Deely!

As he looks up into my eyes, I tell him, "Hey! Come back to me. Don't close yourself off. Your feelings are valid and you have every right to talk through him. I'm not going anywhere until you do. So come on and talk to me."

Drew POV

Jesus Christ! Did she feel that spark between us when she touches mah hand? Of course not, Drew! Ya big idgit! She's only yer friend and has no way of knowing how ya feel about her. How pretty ya think she is. How sweet she acts and smells. God, she's always driven me wild but lately, I just wanna drag her inta tha closest room and fuck her hard and proper. But she doesn't feel the same way. Goddamn it.

I sigh and start ta air mah grievances ta her, "OK. First off, I've felt sa much frustrating since Clash at the Castle. It hasn't even been a month and not only are they not allowing me ta challenge Roman again, but they're sticking me in that fucking feud with Kross. It's like they're shoving me down ta tha lower midcard all over again and I know how much stock Triple H is already putting in him. This won't go well for me."

I see her squirm when I mention Kross' name, but she nods in agreement, "I have noticed you've seemed a little down since then. I'm not gonna lie. I thought you were winning there. It hurt so bad watching the ending from backstage. I know we're scripted and all, but I really wanted to see you crowned as champ in the UK in front of the fans, especially with your dad and brother there."

I sulk and put mah head down, "I was sapose ta win. They told me fer weeks I was winning. But then, they changed it so Cody could face Roman at Wrestlemania this coming year. It's in his big fucking contract. It really bothers me, ya know. Tha entire time I was gone after mah release, I never said one bad word about the company. I didn't wanna burn tha bridge, even after tha way they treated me the last two years I was there. I come back and they treat me like fucking garbage half tha time. He trashed the shit about them in a circle jerk with his Buck buddies fer five solid years, yet he's handed everything when he comes back because of his dad!"

Holy shit! I can believe I just said all of that! I can't take it back and I don't want ta. It's all tha truth. I look up ta see if Delia has run fer the fucking hills or on tha phone with Triple H reporting everything I just said. But she's doing neither. She's just sitting there, listening ta me ramble with a sweet sympathetic look on her gorgeous face.

I sigh heavy and say, "I'm sa sorry if I offended ya by anything I said. I've had sa many things bottled up inside me fer some time now. I didn't mean ta unload all this shit on ya."

She smiles at me. Oh god, do I love her smile! It's sa warm and sincere. I've lacked those two qualities in people fer so long. She says, "No need to apologize for anything. You're allowed to have those feelings. They are valid to you, and don't let anyone gaslight you and tell you what you're going through doesn't matter. It does."

I nod, "Thank ya fer that. I did feel good ta get off mah chest. It's even better ta have someone listen ta me and understand what I'm going through."

As we receive our entrees, she says the one thing that'll start the flood gates fer me, "Come on. You have your dad and brother, even though they're far away. And you have Wade and Sheamus. And of course, you have Kaitlyn at home."

That's tha last fucking name I wanna hear. I scoff, "Nah. Not really."

She takes a sip of her water with lime, "What do you mean? You talk about how much she's done for you. What does she think about all of this?"

I feel mah nostrils flaring just thinking about all I've gone through on that front. I say, "I don't know what she thinks nor do I care. That's another thing ya can add tha the Drew Shit List. She and I are not in a good place right now."

She's chewing her cheeseburger slowly with that revelation. Fucking hell, her mouth with those full lips! I would give mah left nut just ta kiss those lips just once. I bet she's an incredible kisser. I want them sucking on mah cock sa fucking bad! Goddamn it, Drew! Stop!

She dabs that luscious mouth with her napkin and says, "I'm very sorry to hear that. I guess all married couples go through rough patches. I'm sure everything will work out."

I shake mah head and spout out bitterly, "Not unless yah can make her stop cheating on me and treating mah family like shit."

Her eyes grow wide as she asks, "Drew, what are you talking about? Not that it's any of my business if you don't want to tell me but…"

I put my burger down and sigh, "Nah. I wanna tell ya. That's a big part of what's going on with me. Ya know we moved ta Nashville last year." She nods and I continue, "Well, it was fer a big job opportunity she had in this doctor's office. I didn't really wanna leave Tampa, but I was willing ta do it fer her. Well, I have proof now that she's been fucking tha doctor fer some time now."

She gasps her eyes dart about the room, "Oh my god! Drew, are you one hundred percent sure about this?"

I can't contain tha distain on mah face, "Aye. I have tha proof from a PI I hired after I noticed her suspicious behavior. I confronted her about it and she denied everything. She reminded me very quickly all she has done fer me in our relationship and that she would never cheat. I know she's was lying ta me. Ta top it off, she's informed me that she never wants ta have children after all."

She practically chokes on her drink, "Are you fucking kidding me? Sorry to sound so bold, but you've told me before that you want a house full of kids. Did she give you a reason? I know being a parent isn't for everyone. I hope to be a wife and mother someday. And certainly, you talked about this before you guys got married."

I'm stoic as fuck when I say, "Oh we did, and she said she wanted kids. But now," I give a snarky humph, "she says she doesn't wanna ruin her goddamn figure ta push out a kid. Her exact words."

Delia's gaze turns to one of pity, "I'm so sorry, Drew. I wish I knew what to say to that."

I'm having ta reign in mah anger as I finish tha fucking trifecta of suck that has become mah personal life, "Unfortunately, that's not all she's done."

Delia wonders, "Jesus! What else could she possibly do?"

I practically growl, "It got back ta me at SummerSlam that she was not only being rude ta mah fans, but she treated mah Dad and brother like garbage. Here they were, crossing tha pond hoping ta see me wrestle in mah hometown. But of course, Hunter bumped Sheamus and I ta tha Smackdown bafer and so they came all that way just ta see me do some random promo instead of wrestling fer the Undisputed title. But they alsa had ta put up with her walking away from them and leaving them behind in tha stadium. Then, she got her little smart ass attitude on them because they weren't walking ta their seats fast enough."

Her mouth is gaped and she quickly says, "That's so horrible. Well, I would like to say I'm surprised but… Never mind."

Now my curiosity is piqued, "Don't clam up. I wanna hear what a have ta say."

Her shoulders slouch and she looks pensive, "Well, it's just… I was never going to tell you this because I respect you and your marriage. But now you've mentioned how horribly she acted at SummerSlam… It's not the first time she's been rude to fans. I've seen her at the PLE's acting very snotty to them. And I had to tell her about herself when we were in NXT once."

I raise mah eyebrow, "What do ya mean? What happened?"

She sighed, "She came backstage looking for you and started going off on the staff. She was throwing her weight around playing the "do you know who my husband is" card. We all tried to ignore her. But then, she started yelling at one of my hairstylists, basically throwing a temper tantrum. I had to step in. I kicked her out of the backstage area and told her she was never allowed to treat my girls that way. She got in my face and screamed at me. I told her tht she messed with the wrong bitch, told her to fuck off and showed her the door. That's why she never comes around me when she's at the shows."

I spit out my water for a laugh. I chuckle, "When she bothers ta show up. It's only tha PLE's she comes ta sa she can soak up tha attention. She doesn't respect what I do and have a passion fer. But I kinda wished I had seen ya tell her off. I had no idea she was that rude ta ya. She never said a word ta me about it. Makes me even more pissed at her. Ya and the other gals didn't deserve that. I'm sa sorry that happened."

She waves her hands and smiles again, "No need for that. It's not your apology to make. You've never been anything but kind to me. But I have to ask the obvious question. If she makes you so miserable, why are you still with her?"

I shrug, "I really dunno. I guess I don't wanna be a two time failure at marriage. And the divorce laws in tha state are definitely in her favor since I make tha majority of tha money, even with proof of adultery. I don't wanna lose what I've earned because she's not who I thought she was anymore. Plus, she did save me from mahself."

She shakes her head, "No, she didn't, Drew. You saved yourself. She may have led you down to the right path to make those positive changes, but it was up to you to take that path. You pulled yourself out of the hole you were in. She didn't do that for you. Stop selling yourself short and give yourself a break. And you deserved to be happy. Don't let her or anyone take that from you."

I finish up mah meal and smile at her, "Ya know, I've never known anyone like ya bafer. Ya sat there and listened ta mah drabble and didn't even flinch once. And ya don't let anything or anyone intimidate ya. I respect the hell outta that. I feel sa much lighter after talking through this with ya. Thank ya, Delia."

She smiles as we both get up from tha table, "You're most welcome. That was my goal, to help you feel better. Well, I need to get some rest before we fly out for Raw in the morning. Gotta get my Uber set up to take me back to the hotel."

I say as I grab mah leather jacket, "Aye, me too. What hotel ya staying at?"

She says, "The Davenport Grand."

I tell her, "Me too actually. Tell ya what. I have mah rental car. Save yer money and I'll take ya back fer free. The least I can do fer boring tha shit outta ya with mah sob story."

She nods in agreement, "For the last time, you didn't bore me! You know, I'm gonna take you up on that offer. Thank you!"

Driving ta tha hotel, I'm playing it cool with tha Johnny Cash playing on tha radio. But I'm sa damn distracted. It's all I can do ta keep mah eyes on tha road and off of tha damn gorgeous woman sitting baside me. I can't help but think how hot she looks in that dress.

Mah mouth is practically salivating looking at those enormous tits wrapped up perfectly in that shade of red. Why haven't I noticed those bafer? Bacause she's a professional at work, ya idgit! And ya've noticed them bafer, just like ya've noticed every inch of her fer tha past five years!

I'm hoping tha music will drown out mah own thoughts of fucking tha shit out of her. Ah, mah favorite! Ring of Fire! I crank it up and start ta tap mah fingers on tha steering wheel. She's looking over at me and smiles. I can't help but sing along after tha mariachi horns: 'Love, is a burning thing/And it makes, a fiery ring/Bound, by wild desire/I fell into a ring of fire'

She starts ta giggle (goddamn is it adorable), "Oh my! I never had Drew Galloway singing Ring of Fire to me on my 2022 bingo card, yet here I am."

I had to smile at tha fact she called me by mah real name, "Sorry ya had ta listen ta that horrible howling of mine. I guess I'm full of surprises, Princess!" Holy fuck, why did I just call her that?! What tha fuck is wrong with me?

She looks taken aback, puts her elbow up by the window and leans her head against it. Then, she flashes that sweet grin and says, "I think it's incredibly cute. And I love your voice, Drew."

I look quickly at her and put mah eyes back on tha road. It's funny but Kaitlyn hates it when I sing. She says I embarrass her. I don't know what else ta say ta Delia fer tha rest of tha drive. I just know these feelings I've bottled up fer her fer sa long are starting ta come out. And I know it's wrong. I'm a married man, but I can't help it. But I know she doesn't think of me in that way. Sa it's best just ta shut up bafer I get both of us inta trouble.

Cordelia POV

Drew has suddenly gone quiet. Did I say something to offend him? I hope not. It was kind of a shock when he called me Princess. But I'm not reading anything inta it. Even if it's not as happy of a marriage as I and the whole world thinks, Drew still has a wife. No way anything said was flirting by him in any way. I'm only a makeup artist, nobody special.

I try to make small talk on the road, but I also want him to concentrate on the road. I look over at him and can't get over how incredibly handsome he looks tonight. Well, he does every night. But his hair is pulled back into that slick ponytail that leather jacket over that tight black t-shirt. Jesus, how low do those jeans ride?

I always thought he was handsome in his younger days, but since he packed on the muscle with the chest hair… And shit, those thighs are about to make those jeans rip to shreds like the Incredible Hulk! As we get out of the car, of course I can't stop staring at that ass. Oh, damn it, I better get a grip on myself. Wake up, Deely! He doesn't want you!

The Davenport Grand

He asks as we walk in, "What floor are ya one?"

I come out of my lustful cloud long enough to tell him, "Fifth floor. Room 504."

He says as he reaches for the up elevator button, "Aye, me too. I'm 506. Hi neighbor!"

I crack up at this as we get into the elevator. As the door closes though, I can't help but feel this strange tension. There has always been some unexplained connection between us going back to when we first met in NXT. But now, it almost feels like a humming, vibration or buzzing around us. I can't explain it, but it terrifies me but excites me to the core at the same time. I'm sure that makes no sense, but that's the best way I can put it.

As we step off the elevator, he motions for me to go first and says, "Here, I'll walk ya ta yer door. Since it's sa far away from mine."

I have to chortle at the sarcasm of the last sentence and say, "You really are racking up the gentleman points! Thank you. I really appreciate it."

As we get to my room, I turn around to him as he says, "Well, thank ya fer a great dinner. Ya were tha best company."

With my back to the door, I say, "You're welcome. And thank you for saving me from a disastrous blind date. I had a great time."

He huffs, "Sure. Ya had ta listen ta all might bullshit. I'm sure it was a blast."

I smile, "It was. I really didn't mind. You needed someone to listen. I'm always here for that."

He takes a bow and says, "I'm forever indebted ta ya fer that. Good night, Delia. Sweet dreams."

He walks away and I sigh, "Good night."

But as I put my key in the slot and open my door, he rushes back over and says with urgency, "Delia?"

I turn around quickly, "Yes, Drew."

He's standing so close to me. It's making me tremble and my insides pool up. He grins with those deep dimples, "I love ta hear ya say mah name. It sounds sa sweet."

I give a nervous laugh and lick my lips as I have to ask, "You know, speaking of names, I've always wondered. Why do you call me Delia? Everyone else calls me Deely."

He steps a little closer and breathes, "I'm not like everyone else. And yer name is sa beautiful."

I am completely under this man's spell and he doesn't even realize he's cast one over me. I have to correct him though, "Thank you, but it's actually Cordelia. I was named after my grandmother."

He jokes, "Well, I'm tha fourth in mah line. I guess we have being named after old people in our families is something we got in common."

I go to playfully slap him on the shoulder like always, "Oh, Drew!"

But before I can, he takes my hand, pulls me flush against that incredible muscular body and lays the most amazing kiss I've ever had on my lips. Oh shit! I can't even process a thought! His tongue could seriously work miracles! It's massaging mine, practically melting into each other as our lips feel like we are branding us.

It's so hot and sex laden, I instinctively wrap my hands around the back of his neck, urging him to deepen the kiss. And he does. Oh GOD, does he! One of his large hands is around my back, gently caressing the lower part, while the other is cradling my cheek. That feels so beautiful and intimate, I wanna cry. I have never been kissed like this by anyone before. A million butterflies are fluttering in my tummy, and I want this feeling for the rest of my life!

He breaks from the kiss slowly, still with his gorgeous bearded face pressed to mine. The hair almost tickles, and I have a flash of what it would feel like between my thighs, forcing me to squeeze them together lest I cum all over myself on the spot.

He gasps, "I've been dying ta kiss yer fer five years. It was worth tha wait and then some. But if ya don't wanna do it again, I understand. But now I know how those beautiful sweet lips taste, sa I can die a happy man."

I have a choice to make here. I can make the honorable one: tell him how much I liked it, but that we can't do it again. Remind him that he's married, and he should work on repairing his relationship with Kaitlyn, despite how much I can't stand the rancid bitch, especially now knowing how she been treating Drew. That is what my head is telling me to do.

But my heart and my sex parts are screaming at me to do something else. And fuck it, I'm listening to them! I want this man so bad I can't see straight, and now I know he reciprocates this. I look up into those soulful, sexy blue eyes and bite my lower lip. I open the door wide and back up. I reach for Drew's jacket lapel and pull him inside, letting the door close behind us.